Author: Short chapter is short. Medivh has his moods, and has decided to sequester himself in the dark corner of my mind he usually resides in. Alas.
Disclaimer: I want a raven battle pet to drop in Karazhan so I can name it Medivh. ):
~Preparations~
Medivh stood in front of a map of the known world and sighed.
Azeroth—Stormwind—his fingers ran over the fascimilie of Elwynn Forest, Westfall, Redridge, his own home. His eyes traced the curves of Khaz Modan's territories before skipping over Lordaeron, Perinolde, Stromgarde, and Gilneas. The secretive kingdom of the Quel'dorei claimed the uppermost reaches of the sheet. His fingers came to rest, however, on Dalaran.
It is time.
Medivh knew his doom would come from Dalaran, that his salvation would be in the form of a student of the Kirin Tor. He even knew the boy's name, his appearance, his voice.
Medivh's…altercation…with his mother had shown him that his own hourglass was beginning to run out.
He would have to word the letter carefully. One wrong word, one unclear phrase, could land him with the wrong apprentice. It had to be Khadgar and no other.
I need him as much as he will need me. Only through my training will he be able to unravel the plans that I have so carefully set into motion.
Medivh turned from the map and walked to his desk, the necessary tools already present and prepared for him. He sat down, picked up the quill, and smiled maliciously.
"To my most esteemed colleagues…"